I am not repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City

The manufacturing process is a very modern word, Tao Xiu thought, according to Qintang's meaning, it should mean that he is also like this, after being refined, how to refine it?Tao Xiu looked at the raging fire that was still burning in the stove, and for a moment he lost his words.

He was angry.

Qin Tang noticed the uncontrollable trembling of his body, and nervously wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and Tao Xiu forced a smile at him.

Laughing is worse than crying.

"These are all..." Tao Xiu suppressed the fear and resentment in his chest, "These are all your memories?"

Qin Tang looked at him in surprise, then nodded.

Tao Xiu had guessed a long time ago that the Jin family's mansion could not appear in Dai Chuan's painting for no reason. The only thing related to the Jin family was the Qintang, plus these servants who turned a blind eye to them, Tao Xiu felt that these were probably all Qintang's memory of the past has become a reality in this place.

Qin Tang pulled Tao Xiu and followed the fat man who went out to leave the oppressive and stuffy room along the same road. The fat man changed his clothes at some point. It looks very gorgeous, and now the man is poking his head in those countless water tanks, as if looking for something.

Tao Xiu was startled suddenly, he knew why he felt familiar, these water tanks were not the same as the big white vase he saw at the exhibition!It's just that compared to that big vase, the water tank here is bigger and more like a tank, and the patterns on it are almost exactly the same!

Old Shi really knew something!Tao Xiuxin was upset, if he had gone to Shi Lao earlier, if he had been more persistent, maybe he could really have made Shi Lao tell him these secrets earlier, maybe he could have saved Qintang earlier, saying Maybe Qintang will not fall into the current situation...

Qin Tang was taken aback by his sudden pale face, and held his hand tightly anxiously.

Just as Tao Xiu was about to say something, he suddenly heard the above-mentioned crisp voice from outside the door: "Daddy! Daddy!" Zhong Ling jumped and ran in from the door, Tao Xiu subconsciously stopped in front of the piano hall, but Zhong Ling seemed to be As if she didn't see them, she rushed towards the rich middle-aged man. She was not as tall as the water tank, and her father was working, so she had no choice but to stop, and looked up at him with some reluctance. Looking at the middle-aged man.

"That's..." Tao Xiu was taken aback.

Qin Tang whispered: "He is Mr. Jin, the owner of this house."

Tao Xiu really didn't expect that, he thought that he was the steward in charge of refining and burning, and his status was slightly higher than those of the servants, but he didn't expect that he was the master of the Jin family mansion, the father Zhong Ling talked about, Qin Tang The so-called "maker", Tao Xiu's expression became a little inexplicable.

Suddenly the middle-aged man showed joy on his face, and raised his hand. Immediately, several servants came up, and someone handed him an iron rod with a barb. The man stuffed the iron rod into the water tank in front of him. It seems that he found the target after twisting inside, and then the man slowly pulled out the iron rod. It was obvious that something was hooked. Tao Xiu was standing far away and couldn't see clearly, so he subconsciously wanted to move forward. Walking away, Qintang grabbed his hand at this moment, pulled him back, and put his other hand on his eyes, Tao Xiu suddenly fell into darkness.

"Don't look...don't look..." Qintang murmured in horror.

Tao Xiu probably guessed what was drawn out. He took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around Qintang comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you tell me not to be afraid? I'm not afraid, and you shouldn't be afraid either... let me see…"

After saying a few words, Qintang slowly let go of his hand.

When Tao Xiu saw the scene in front of him, his eyes turned red unexpectedly.

That is Qintang.

Qintang's whole body was laid naked on a not-so-big wooden board brought by his servants. His skin was soaked in the potion, showing a strange light green color, which seemed to have coated his whole body with a protective film. , glowing, he is not dead yet, his chest is rising and falling steadily, it looks like he is asleep.

"Perfect...perfect!" the man murmured, then immediately raised his voice, "Send him in, start now!"

After speaking, he pointed to one of the servants: "Go and get the piece of 'Chen' I made a few days ago." The servant ran out immediately after receiving the order.

Qintang has recovered his calm, his face has no expression, just quietly watching his own body lying on the wooden board, no one knows better than him what happened next, and no one knows better than him. He knows better that there is pain.

Just as calm as him was Zhong Ling standing by the side.

Tao Xiu didn't know if he was wrong, he saw a trace of envy flashing on Zhong Ling's face.